`Oh, heavens!' shouted Levin, so loudly that Sergei Ivanovich was quite frightened.

`What, what is the matter?

`How's Agathya Mikhailovna's hand?' said Levin, slapping himself on the head. `I'd positively forgotten her.'

`It's much better.'

`Well, anyway, I'll run down to her. Before you've time to get your hat on, I'll be back.'

And he ran downstairs, clattering with his heels like a spring rattle.


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